The Divine Baker
The Baker’s glazed the brush today
the vine, the grass, the trees
He’s covered every conifer with
protection from the breeze
The Baker’s glaze like clear egg white
drips sugar upon every twig
His frosting covers the mountainsides
no boulder is to big.
He top-dressed all the architecture;
He’s polished the asphalt.
The Baker’s glazed the world today
He’s given it much thought.
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